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Lance Gross
Your POV
It's never ideal to fall in love with some one who clearly just wants to fuck. But, it fucking happened anyways. There was one day in particular that sparked a big argument between Lance and I. I wasn't having a good day and didn't feel like talking, but he managed to make it all about him.
"Lance, I really just don't feel like talking. We can talk later," I said for the hundredth time.
"Y/N, this jealousy thing gotta stop. We're not together. We're just having sex. You have feelings for me. I don't feel the same. I never will," he said harshly and it was loud enough that anyone walking by could've heard it. I felt so embarrassed.
"Excuse me for not wanting to talk because I just got news that my grandpa just died this morning and I couldn't see him because of my fucking work schedule. You will always find a way to make anything about you," I told him. I grabbed my bag and just left. I went gone, turned off my phone and cried for hours.
I did manage to get up and go back to work the next day. I avoided Lance at all cost. I made sure that if I saw him, I took a longer route to get where I had to be. Unfortunately, I bumped into him. Literally.
"Shit, my bad, Y/N," he said picking up my now shattered iPad. He gave it back to me and I just looked at it. I was about to walk away, but he stepped in front of me to stop me.
"Hey, I'm sorry about yesterday," he said to me. I never looked at him.
"It's okay. I have to get going before I'm late," I told him.
"Wait, let me at least pay for a screen repair," he replied.
"No, that's okay. My brother can fix it for me," I said about to walk away, but he stopped me again.
"We good?" he asked.
"Yeah," I told him, still not making eye contact.
"So, will you come over tonight?" he questioned.
"Can't."
"Why?"
"Flying back home to go see my grandmother and my parents tonight," I told him and he nodded.
"Sorry about your loss," he said and I nodded before finally being able to walk away. I lied my flight wasn't until two days later. I just didn't want to be by him at all. I left for about three weeks and when I came back I didn't talk to Lance at all.
He'd text. He'd call. I wouldn't reply. He'd try budding into conversation that I'd have with other people, but I'd just walk away.
"Y/N, wait up," Lance said lightly jogging to catch up to me. I stopped and turned around.
"I haven't heard from you since you left," he said and I shrugged.
